Her body lightly fell onto the small pebble path below.
The sound from above continued to echo, everything was in chaos. They had already noticed that the study had been tampered with, hence the large commotion.
Jiang Ruan didn't even lift her head; she simply stuffed the two pieces of paper into her pocket, then, humming a tune, she tried to leave via the small path.
But the moment she lifted her foot.
She noticed something.
She quickly turned her head.
And saw a slender figure standing not far away.
Without light in Yun Qianshu's eyes, her facial expression looked extremely cold. For those who didn't know her, they might perceive her as bad-tempered, difficult to get along with, distant. But for those who knew her, they understood that her aloof demeanor was just due to her illness.
Jiang Ruan squinted her eyes.
This took her by surprise; she hadn't expected to be caught red-handed while doing some mischief by the daughter of the house owner.
